C1493 Intense Fire Welcome (1/2)
This piece of land outside the pass had never been properly developed ever since ancient times. Especially after the Qing Dynasty entered the Central Plains, this piece of land outside the pass was even protected as their last resting place.
Only a limited number of Han people were allowed to live here, and they had to be confined to a fixed village. The rest of the people had been fishing and hunting for thousands of years, and had no chance of obtaining an upgrade to the Central Plains civilization.
This land was primitive and vast. The roads were sparse, the farmland scattered, and most of the land was deep forest and mountains. It seemed that other than the Liaohe Plains which was a bit more flourishing, the rest of the plains were basically what they were like three thousand years ago, and still what they were now.
In a war on such land, the only thing restricting the march was not the road but the forest. Unlike the march on the Mongolian Great Prairie, the Cavalry did not have much of a chance to make a detour, they could only choose the ancient route developed by humans over thousands of years to advance.
On both sides of the road, there were deep mountains and ancient forests. There were hundreds of old trees, and riding horses in this kind of forest was impossible, moreover, it was easier to get lost in the forest, so unless absolutely necessary, the Rakasha cavalry Group would never enter the dense forest.
Along the stream upstream from Suifen River to Wusuli River, the relay road was narrow and steep, the ten-odd kilometers of road leading to Little Earth Gate Mountain Ferry was even narrower, only able to go hand in hand with three war horses. The fifteen hundred vanguards were all dragged along like a dead snake.
”Where is it? Where is our guide? ”Bring it up …” Captain Vanguard roared.
Two frightened villagers were brought up on horseback, tied to the horses. ”The border crossing is ahead, the small dirt gate crossing …” It's right across the street from your Raksha Country... ”Don't kill me, don't kill us …”
”Damn thing, we are Shao, not Russian. Don't think I don't know the meaning of that noun …” ”Say, how many soldiers are there at that ferry?”
”There are only 20 some veterans guarding here. I'm not lying to you, I'm really not lying to you …” ”However, I don't know how many volunteers there are on the other side of the river. I really don't know …”
”Send a company to investigate, and then send out a messenger to inform the troops behind us that we have reached the border. If it is safe, we will create a safe crossing point for the army.”
A string of cavalry soldiers charged forward, the hundred odd cavalry soldiers quickly found a simple and crude sentry post. There were three dilapidated wooden houses, and outside stood two old veterans with their bodies covered in rags.
The cavalry made three laps in a row, only to see two cowardly veterans kowtowing and begging for mercy, and the entire sentry post was empty.
”Company Commander, just as we thought, this group of cowards all ran away … Let's go to the other side to take a look! ”
Company Commander jumped down from his horse and walked in front of the old soldier who was kowtowing, calling out to the translator, ”Where are the soldiers? And where are the militia? Was there an ambush on the other side …
”Fuck you …” The veteran lying on the snow suddenly scuttled away without any warning, with his hand holding a small, bright, small piece of paper, he stabbed towards the chest of the Rakshasi Company Commander.
”Be careful …” Russian soldier, who was woken up by the noise, used his shoulder to push Company Commander aside. In the end, the small knife stabbed into his ribs, causing blood to ooze out all of a sudden.
”That damned assassin!” ”Kill him …” A group of cavalrymen rushed up from the back of the horse, raised their bayonets and stabbed down at the old soldier. The bayonets stabbed into his shoulders and back, causing the old soldier to feel dizzy from the intense pain.
”I have finally come to the end of my life …” Fortunately … ”I haven't lost my conscience even when I died …” The veteran's head raised his head and roared, only then did people realise that there was a wooden grenade that was produced by the Ryukyu in his arms, emitting smoke.